Holy (PVRIS)

You've got it all But you've got it all wrong You don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul Oh I know, you make it seem like you feel whole So they don't know You're a poor unfortunate soul You put on a faith facade Think you're holy when you're not I hate to break it to you baby But you're simply lost You can right all the wrongs Just to feel you belong But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God You're just a ghost at most A set of empty bones Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole When it gets cold Oh, oh, oh You don't know No you don't know You are all alone You poor unfortunate soul You can't control Where your body lets you go Oh you're all alone You poor unfortunate soul And you say that I've got it all wrong 'cause you just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach When you're claiming your faith and contradicting your speech So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek I know that when you sit and pray you're only praying for keeps 'Cause you're a ghost at most A set of empty bones Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole When it gets cold Oh, oh, oh You don't know No you don't know You are all alone You poor unfortunate soul You can't control Where your body lets you go Oh you're all alone You poor unfortunate soul You're shallow and empty and filled with regret I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck You only wear 'cause you're weary of what comes after your death Don't think I didn't notice Don't think I didn't know You're just a poor Poor infortunate soul Poor infortunate oh Poor infortunate soul Poor infortunate... (keeps signing in the background) You've got it all And you've got it all wrong And you never know, never know, never know You poor infortunate soul Don't think I didn't mean this